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Bob

Bob the cat.

When I Was Young!


When I was young, on the carpet I wee'd,
I spent all my Sundays getting de-flea'd.

The sofa was always my best scratching post,
and my favourite food was the scraps from the roast.

As I grew up I found all sorts of places to loll,
but the best was always my Mum's fruit bowl.

Now I am bigger and know the house rules,
I make sure I do all this when they are out... the fools!

Jane Webb  

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